~~Arlene~~
I can’t begin to wrap my head around the mess I’ve made of my marriage if Dylan ever finds out I f****d Roland.
His own brother.
The guilt twists like a knife in my chest, but yesterday’s raw, electric heat still lingers, my body betraying me with a pulsing ache for Roland again.
My p***y throbs, craving that fullness, that wrecking pleasure he gave me, filling the void Dylan’s neglected.
After Britney was born, Dylan barely touched me—it took years before we f****d again, and that’s how Lily came to be. Now, he’s back to ignoring my needs, leaving me starving, my toys no match for the fire burning inside me.
Roland, though—he doused it, claimed it, and now my body’s hooked.
Is Roland staying longer? The thought makes my brain and body clash, one screaming to stop, th
